No one expected that one day their world would be invaded by hordes of the undead, thirsting for the taste of flesh and infecting the few remaining survivors with their bites. Within a matter of days, Shoto's life was turned upside down. The young man lost touch with his few remaining friends and family. Being a lone wolf was nothing new for him, though. The grueling training he received from a young age saved his life more than once and he couldn't help but silently thank his abusive father for that upbringing.

After what felt like an eternity, Shoto wandered upon an abandoned house. The windows were boarded up, and inside, it was empty - at least, it seemed that way at first. The relative cleanliness, and obvious attempt to make it safe, hinted that someone had lived there before. It could have been a good hideout, at least temporarily.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps descending the stairs. He quickly hid himself behind the couch, gripping his gun tightly in his hand as he tried to make out who was inhabiting the place.